Sunday 4 march 2007

       In a hotel by the Bangkok airport, couldn’t make the whole journey home in just one day. It’s past 1:30 in the morning, and I’m trying to stay up; I usually try to stay up the night before a long flight, so I can sleep on the plane. Well, it seems at this hotel, in order to access the wi-fi internet, they’ve gotta send someone up to your room to give you a username and password. So this guy comes up and gives me my username and password and has me sign the receipt, and then, before he goes, he smiles and says “enjoy.” But there was something slightly suggestive about the smile. What was he smiling at? It took me a second to realize just what he assumed I was doing ordering the internet in my hotel room at 1:30 in the morning. Damn. I didn’t trouble him to come all the way up to my room with a username and password just for that. “Enjoy,” he says. Doesn’t he know I’m trying to hit record?
       And, so sure, I did indulge in a few girlie pics. And, why yes, that was indeed the very reason why I wanted internet access in the first place. But now, by gum, I’ve used that same internet access to tell the whole wide world a story. And even if this journal entry is a vain attempt at justifying onanistic demands for a username and password, well, you read it, didn’t you? Man, I love having a website.